A week had passed, Jeff had either been catching up on long lost sleep, pacing waiting for her, or killing people. He was completely agitated, and wanted to kick the living shit out of anything he saw.
He even tried to aim his knife at a stray cat in an alley way whilst leaning against a tall, orange brick building.
He pulled up his white Hoody deciding to do something other than moping. He walked into a deserted corner shop, picking up a bottle of whiskey and placing it on the counter, his black hair hiding his eyes, but the smile couldn't be missed
"Whoa uh that's £15" the man stared awkwardly as Jeff placed a £20 note on the table
"The makeup didn't come off from Halloween, I went as Jeff" he grumbled, grabbing his bag with whiskey and change inside as the man nodded understanding.
"Jeff the killer? a myth..." he trailed off turning around going something else.
He walked out of the shop rolling his eyes 'gullible' he thought as he popped open the cap, with his teeth, drinking some of the hard hitting whiskey, it burnt all the way down his throat but he couldn't care less.
He'd had half the bottle already but was stumbling, he found pleasure in the numbness he felt, the carelessness, and it made him chuckle, he walked through the streets hiding most of his drunkeness as it was dark already, until Graces house came into view. Jeff threw a small rock at the window, nearly cracking it. A figure came to the window gasping and fumbling it open
"...Olive I'm gonna bust my way in..." he grumbled jokingly, a girl growled angrily as his words slurred together
"JEFF it's Grace! What the hell are you doing?" she hissed.
"Uh...chilling and killing...?" he murmered unsure of his answer shrugging, before looking up clearer, seeing a very angry Grace hanging out of the window, trying to stay quiet.
"why are you here?" Grace whispered
"Uh my girlfriends been kidnapped by you" he stared at her, stumbling a little.
"your pissed." Grace sighed pinching the bridge of her nose
"No. drunk" he corrected her, grinning a drunk smile
"UM leave! She's not here, she hasn't been here for 2 days!" A voice was heard in the background, male and young, likely her brother or something
"Grace shut up talking to yourself" he shouted loudly, very mad. A bang was heard from inside the house.
"where is she?" Jeff mumbled
"how should I know? Look I've got to go. I suggest you go back to the manshion..." she shut the window before he could respond. The manshion sounded like the responsible thing, but he wasn't in the least responsible and he wanted to kill.
"Thankyou...I'll be going now" she muttered from behind Grace, before sneaking out of the house out of sight and out of mind.
A dark house far from the city centre, with all the current lights off on the corner of the street seemed perfect. He tried all the windows and one just happened to be unlocked, he slipped in easily and even though in his tipsy state he was off balance,
He still had the ability to sneak in someone's house and kill. Something seemed weirdly odd about this house though. Jeff just couldn't get a grasp on why though.
He crept up the stairs slowly, his trusty knife safely in his grasp, there was three doors upstairs, one bathroom, another an empty room and the other slept a man in his late 30's from what Jeff could tell.
As he was about to step into the room, a shadow silhouette stood up in the moonlight, Jeff assumed it was the man's partner but watched silently, the persons body frame then appeared into sight, hovering over the man.
He woke up scared as the figure continued to torture him, moving the curtains, dragging their weapon against the wall then swiftly jumped onto him killing the man easily without even a scream of pain.
Jeff rolled his eyes 'their screams of agony is the best part, amateur' he thought watching carefully. Jeff stood up switching on the light as he did so, the figure moved towards the window, escaping without even a glimpse. Jeff stared at the window mad, looking at the work been done, the murder seemed to have been cutting his body pieces up, then putting him back together? It didn't make any sense at all...He decided to leave quickly as in no time at all the police might be here, and he WAS NOT taking the blame for this mess no matter how creative his inner demons thought it was.
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FanfictionFor Olivia, life had been pretty hard growing up, countless disappointments and a broken family, everything had gone down hill for her when her father was murdered, she could never shake off the feeling that she was being watched, or someone was wai...